I am happy today about my life. I don’t know about tomorrow.
Each day steady sway, no new mysteries.
In the quest for writing I almost lost the all important skill of reading.
I no longer wish to be a creator, I want to enjoy finer things in life like books and movies. But stuck at this moment even reading a book or seeing a movie seems an uphill task. Slowly I gotta ease back into my old self and old life.
My goal has shifted from being successful to being a simpleton leading a simple life. I need support for this cause, for as much as for a successful life, leading a simple life is tough pursuit.
Before I even began to blog,
my inbox had a clog
of fan following,
not to see, but to be seen;
it isn’t lessening, to be so keen,
a pursuit whose vein, I too share;
yet a name stood out clean,
isolated girl, who are you?
I gave your words a simple try,
a puzzle too much for me to weigh,
life is pain, you say and cry,
it didn’t give me, even a sigh;
you shall be alone, for too long,
a worthy soul may come, or not;
for mates are found, each passing day,
can true soul mates, ever be found?
a worthy quest, only for those true,
may be a few, souls like you;
yet isolated girl, give life a try,
each moment, so precious to cry.